You see, I went to bed too late last night.
Then my boys woke up at 6:03 a.m (that would've been 7:03 if not for the absurd time change).
Then at 6:04 my boys start bickering over something and then they come pouring into the hall and then my room, all the while yelling "MOMMMMMY!!!"
Then at 6:05 Eva starts crying because said boys have now woken the sleeping tigress (who has yet to adjust to the time change) and will only cause her to get more upset with each passing minute.
Of course, this series of events made me boil inside. I sharply rebuked my boys to get back in their rooms and then did what I knew I shouldn't: go lay back down in my bed.
Yes boys still fighting... girl still crying.
Boil. Boil. Boil...
Then I jump out of my bed, stomp my way into the boys' room (this is more of a warning that mommy is coming.. how scary is that??) and then swing open their door (again, scary). Jorge jumps into his bed out of fear (sad, yes) yet that does not break my anger. I get down in Alexs' face and harshly say, "EVA is TRYING to SLEEP!! BE QUIET!! NOW!"
You have to know Alex. He puts his thumb in his mouth and his bottom lip is quivering. He's going to try to be strong and not cry, well honestly, because I just yelled at him to be quiet.
I stand up fully ready to waltz out of that room and close the door.. but the sight of those two boys, and the power of the Holy Spirit (praise God).. broke me.
I sat on the floor and grabbed Alex and called Jorge to me as well.. and cried.
And asked for their forgiveness.
They were very gracious and kind and forgave me quickly.
The Lord too.
Praise God for forgiveness.